Confessional Quatre: Trust Funds

Congratulations once again, players. This group is a money-making machine.

The live challenges, combined in one delightful package called Where in Washington D.C. is Travis's Creativity? were successes as usual. The Deal or No Deal-esque one was a total bitch. So brief I don't care to comment otherwise. Fucking Hangman was a super awesome turnout for us as well, even without Travis's pity. We totally scored with the hanging body twice. Paul and his AIDS narrowed it down to defenestrate and teledendrite or some shit like that and I totally was all "defenstrate." Then I totally was teh firts one to say penny after N was guessed. I am so awesome. Sad face: the letter L did not appear EVEN ONCE.

I now move on to the appropriately and ingeniously titled "Word Game." It was a game, and it most definitely contained words. The words were even made up of letters. I maed me a doller. Yaaay. Feels good man.

Annnnd the main event, Trust Falls, fell flat on it's ass. Brian and I were ofc the only ones to earn any legitimate currency, proving that the keys to success are threats and honesty. Jinjo, Jill, and Paulie had the lol pulled over their eyes by three players with small internet penises. I won't be mentioning your names in this post. You don't deserve it. So there.

The quiz, the quiz, the quiz, the quiz.... hmmm. Nothing to say, really. I hope someone logs on to one of their accounts again. That would be nice.